God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.

Poets Are The Sense, Philosophers The Intelligence Of Humanity.

You Would Do Better, At Least No Worse, To Obliterate Texts Than To Blacken Margins, To Fill In The Holes Of Words Till All Is Blank And Flat And The Whole Ghastly Business Looks Like What It Is, Senseless, Speechless, Issueless Misery.

All That Is Active, All That Is Enveloped In Time And Space, Is Endowed With What Might Be Described As An Abstract, Ideal And Absolute Impermeability.

I Have My Faults, But Changing My Tune Is Not One Of Them.

I Say Me, Knowing All The While It's Not Me.